Now, I'm not talking early-March-college-aged-spring-break… I'm talking about the pool opening in our courtyard and every weekend day is over 100 attractive 20-somethings getting drunk, sunburnt and each other's numbers.
OH!—Brother is buying a house about three miles east of downtown, so:
A. Spring Break will be no more. :(
2. No more walking to go out downtown. :(
3. YAY HOUSE! :)
IV. My shower-singing will be contained to the basement shower instead of bothering stranger-neighbors. :)
I feel like I am really into compound words today. It's super-cool.
Well, I'm 23 now. And I promised a birthday story:
So here it is.
… 3:30pm, 'Let's go to the park' … where we promptly passed out near a volleyball game for, oh, probably three hours.
Woke up in time to go to sushi. Free sake bombs? Thanks.
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